Another message came my dear
The herring moon was running clear
From a path I never strayed
I made my peace with all delays
Lost in the bike tunnel's reverb
I got my lungs back ain't you heard
All babies grow tall
No point remorse
You're dumb
I've seen the visions once or twice
And now I'm done with playing nice
In the desert dressed so white
I freed my mind up from your kind
She told me once I always look so cool
I'm done with being last year's fool
So I ain't messing with no lover's duel
Cause I'm the guy that wrote that Hotel Pool
I made you think that I got beanstalks
Can't you see by now I'm all talk
Take it away, Brian
All talk
All talk
All talk
All talk